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D.W.'s Backpack Mishap/Transcript
(It's a summer day, and everyone is at the Community Pool)
D.W. Read: So, what are we playing today, Arthur? Underwater tea party or slow-motion ballet?
Arthur: (laughs) Me do ballet? That's a good one!
D.W.: You liked doing it last weekend, and your grand jete is getting a lot better!
Arthur: You have to play with your own friends today, D.W.
D.W.: Hey, Emily! Come on in! The water is delicious!
Emily: I have to finish lunch. Want some of my pâté sandwich?
D.W.: No, and I wouldn't eat that if I were you! Pâté is just a fancy name for liverwurst.
(Emily shrugs)
D.W.: Hey, Tommy! Timmy! Wanna play fish? I'll let you two be the sharks.
Timmy Tibble: Sure! Just wait till we finish putting on our sunblock. You missed a spot on your head.
Tommy Tibble: Oh, yeah! Well, you missed a spot on your back!
(laughter)
D.W.: Why do I even bother? Boring! I wish something would happen! (a big cloud rolls in) Wait! I didn't mean it! I take it back! (it starts to rain) Honest! It was a joke!
(Arthur, D.W., and their mom are in the car)
D.W.: STOP! TURN AROUND, TURN AROUND!
Mom: D.W., what's wrong?!
D.W.: This isn't my backpack! SOMEONE STOLE MY BACKPACK!!!!
(Title card)
D.W.'s Backpack Mishap
Written by: Cusi Cram—Storyboard by: Jeremy O'Neill
Muffy Crosswire: D.W.'s Backpack Mishap.
D.W.: Ta-da!
(Back to the story)
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D.W.: Nadine! I’ve got to find my backpack before it’s too late.
Nadine: Well, there’s nothing you can do now. Better get some sleep.
D.W.: I can’t sleep! Mary is about to become a hamburger. If you were a real friend, you’d stay awake with me.
Nadine: (yawns) But I’m not real. I’m imaginary. She disappears.
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D.W.: We’d better start biking now, Arthur. I want to get there before dinner.
Arthur: You can’t bike to France. The Atlantic Ocean is between here and there.
D.W.: And I forgot to bring the water wings.
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Emily: D.W.! My hat! My lovely hat! It’s been stolen! One minute it was next to me, then I looked down and this was there. Mine had my name’s sewn on the inside. There’s something in there, but I can’t read it.
D.W.: What’s it say, Arthur?
Arthur: “Dry clean only”.
Emily: Dry Clean Only? Who’s that? I don’t know any Dry Clean Only.
D.W.: Don’t worry, Emily. We’ll find him. He’s out there somewhere.